Creating Space in My Brain

You're really not wanting to limit beliefs because belief is just perspective, and the more beliefs or the more perspectives or the more attitudes, the bigger the vibrational kitchen from which you can make your pie.  Just get so good at directing your Energy that the belief doesn't dominate. -- Abraham-Hicks

Meditation has become a daily part of my life.  It started innocently enough as my connection and participation in the beloved Lenten practice of, "giving something up."  I didn't want to give up coffee, tea, sweets, or fried foods. This is not to say that those are not noble things to give up during Lent, indeed they are.  The point of the practice is to connect yourself closer to God.  Whatever pops up in your head, whatever your intuition tells you its time to give up -- go with that.  My intuition, that voice in my head that I identify as Spirit, told me to give up the overwhelm, the confusion, to instead create space in my brain.

It began simple enough.  I have a playlist with all of David Elliott's breathing meditations.  Each varies in lengths from 7 minutes to 30 minutes so I have choices, options, depending on the amoutn of time I have that day to meditate.  By the end of the second week I created a couple of my own playlists to add to the mix -- ones with songs that uplifted me -- songs that raise my vibration and open my heart when I listen to them.

A week into the meditation the voice told me, "this is good but you have to commit to 6 months."  I couldn't help but feel like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill working with the Master.  I dropped the anticipation of being done with meditation in 40 days.  Indeed, there is no Girl Scout badge for me to iron on my vest saying I had completed this task.


Meditation is the practice of directing your energy, of drawing it in and learning from it, of asking it.  Jesus said, "If you knock, I will answer."  Meditation is  my walk down the path, the way I engage with my Energy as it comes up are my prayers.  The more I engage with it the more I believe.  My faith -- faith in myself, that I am supported, that I am love, and that the Divine has an investment in me strengthens with every breath.  The oven is warming up.  The smells from the kitchen are Divine.

Moving Mountains #57

Corn! The corn is high in the garden. This is my proof of faith for the day.

I never realized how tall corn is, I've only seen it from my car window or at the least 10 feet away. To stand in front of a corn stalk is pretty wonderful. Some are 6 feet tall. The have sprouted at the top and a few are flowering corn out of their sides. It feels like such a feat. To think that a couple of months ago I stuck some corn kernels in the ground and now they've made numerous corn kernels. It's abundance in action.

Most of the corn I planted came from some of that beautiful decorative corn that you buy at harvest to look festive during the fall. It came in many colors, some black kernels, some a deep crimson red, and others were a marble of red, black and yellow. The fun is going to be opening each husk and finding out what's inside.I wait like a kid at Christmas, outside my garden door. Yet I have patience. I know they are not ready and I want them to be gorgeous at harvest. Indeed, the concept of harvest is becoming more than the title of a classic, rooted, and much enjoyed album.

Moving Mountains #56

"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." Martin Luther King Jr.

Moving Mountains #31

Recent medical research has shown that believing in a cure leads to real bodily changes. When the body is given a placebo the brain opens opiate receptors and releases pain-reducing chemicals. Thus, it is the act of believing, not what you believe that puts the wheels in motion for you affecting your own change. All you have to do is believe.

For years I refused to believe. It sounded so sappy and unreal. What was I believing in? A white-robed man in the sky? Believing in good over bad just out of sheer hope that it was true? Believing in happily ever after? I felt I had to protect my heart by not believing.

Through the breathing meditation I have shed much armor from my heart, it continues to shed, though I never know exactly when that is going to happen. I just keep breathing and opening to my abundance, to the gratitude I have in my life for my family and my gifts and experiences. I hold space for my body so that when it is ready to release old memories and emotions I am there to assist in its moving. As I clear space in my mind through the meditation and weed out the untruths, there is more space for believing, for faith.

The more I practice believing from the inside out -- in myself, and also in Christ, Mary, the angels, saints, and a myriad of other healers -- believing in them working through me, the stronger my immune system becomes, the stronger my faith becomes.